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[So he had been commissioned to find some brat, a brat who'd had enough gall to steal something as important as the fucking triforce from Ganon, and made off with it to hand it over to Mewtwo. So far so good, not that he particularly liked going after kids (never mind that Simon wasn't that much younger than he was himself) but a job was a job and that was that.
Why they'd only put him on it now that the trail was cold as a day old corpse was a mystery to him, but then, many of the higher-ups were fucking morons and he wasn't too blind to see that, but he liked living too much to say it out loud. Regardless, Squalo was prowling the streets of the Kingdom, and he was looking for trouble. His right resting on the sword at his side, his strides were long and quick but not hurried, and he would've been little more than a punk to most people. The fact remained that even fifteen years of age and scrawny as he was, Squalo was already one of the most lethal hitmen the Kingdom had ever seen, and quite possibly the best swordsman.
And he was looking for trouble.
Sure, his target would be even better, but anyone who'd piss him off or put up a fight would do, in the end.]
Why they'd only put him on it now that the trail was cold as a day old corpse was a mystery to him, but then, many of the higher-ups were fucking morons and he wasn't too blind to see that, but he liked living too much to say it out loud. Regardless, Squalo was prowling the streets of the Kingdom, and he was looking for trouble. His right resting on the sword at his side, his strides were long and quick but not hurried, and he would've been little more than a punk to most people. The fact remained that even fifteen years of age and scrawny as he was, Squalo was already one of the most lethal hitmen the Kingdom had ever seen, and quite possibly the best swordsman.
And he was looking for trouble.
Sure, his target would be even better, but anyone who'd piss him off or put up a fight would do, in the end.]